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First Doctor who fanfic, cut me some slack and comment if you would

Thanks a million

I've been following him for a while now, centuries actually. Always staying hidden, never even questioned my existence. But why would he? He's the last of his kind, or so he thinks. I've watched him for what seems like eons now, with his pretty human girls. Hardly a suitable companion for someone like him. He acts as though it were yesterday that we were destroyed, all that he loved, his people. Yet he cannot be bothered to remember me. He cannot pick my face out in a crowd, though I could easily for him. It makes me angry that he walks around all day feeling sorry for himself and not for the people he's lost.

He reacted differently to Harry Saxton than I'd imagined. Poor, twisted, horrible, brilliant Harry Saxton. I forgot he prefers "The Master." When the Master died in his arms, it was not what I'd expected. I mean, it was, I'd seen it all before, but still it shocked me. I could have stopped the whole mess from happening, you know. Saxton taking over the world, probably even Utopia. But you shouldn't save what's meant to die out eventually, just as dinosaurs and such before humans. But I should have stopped Saxton, excuse me, The Master, he was completely and fully opposite.

Keeping the humans alive to use as toys in his dark plan. It was worse than keeping them out of pity. Me, I stayed out of the way, forever following him to wherever he pleased. You don't interfere unless your life is at stake, or you've made a promise. Don't make promises. He made promises. Loads of them, one right after the other. "I promise I'll bring her home safe." "I promise I'll bring you back to you mum and dad as good as new." "I promise I can save them." "No one has to die." They all have to die.

I do admit. What I've don't can't possibly be looked upon as sane. Letting all those things happen, watch time unravel right before me and stand back, watching. The Tyler girl looking into the time vortex that was a mistake. So was letting her slip her grip and fall into the parallel universe. But I've seen it all, absolutely every single possibility of this undying universe. I saw you save her and regenerate, I saw her universe collapse reverting her back to yours. I know everything that's going to happen and it's about time you knew me Doctor.

The all chose names when we were young, some foolish, some not so much. The Doctor wanted to help people, others wanted to hurt them, but a lot of us were in between. It mostly had to do with the Time Vortex, to be accepted we were taken to gaze at the time vortex at age eight. It was a different affect for everyone. Some were inspired, some were driven mad, and some ran away. I ran away. The Doctor was inspired. The Master was driven mad, by the incessant drum beating. When everyone had a name, I refused to pick one. I kept to the one they'd given me before, Lucinda Agenfrey. Lucinda meant light, something I definitely was at the time. My disposition on life had been light and airy for very long and so had my appearance. Always some sort of blonde or redhead with fair skin and bright sea glass eyes. I was a hippie child and dressed solely in white and yellow cotton pieces. I worshipped the Doctor; even though he was bullied mercilessly. For sometime, ages in fact, we grew up, a whole lot of us all together. I never understood why they hated him. He had a charm about him, something you couldn't deny or help to be enchanted with, I couldn't help but think them all jealous.

We were good friends, the two of us, I was quite certain on a number of occasions I thought he sensed my presence. I've thought about giving myself away, there's no reason I shouldn't, I'm in hiding for nothing. But after the war and there were no survivors, I didn't feel like the same person. My attitude took a turn for dark and negative and irrevocable anger. It would have been grand to have a partner to travel with all these centuries of solitude. But I felt like I belonged in the shadows, never meant to be seen in the light.

I kept my look dark, ungodly pale porcelain skin, vividly dark eyes and mostly jet-black hair. Attitude affected regeneration. Right now I sported a severe look of choppy black hair, translucent white-blue skin, full pink lips, dark circles under my eyes. My eyes. One a strong navy color, the other a bright and sparkling grass green. A neon orange sun hung above my lips. I'd had it pierced a bit ago, what they called a "Monroe piercing".

I twisted it as I watched him. He was alone. He had regenerated a little while ago, dark black shag hung in his face, his skin a pale olive and his eyes a shining gray. His bone structure was varied slightly in a way that made him look carved out of stone. Hen donned the thick, black-rimmed glasses he loved so much. They had a harsher effect on his new features than on the old, softer ones. He was strolling away from his abandoned TARDIS and into some sort of pub. He'd taken a liking to the United Kingdom, I'd noticed; I remained impartial. I absently twirled the key on my necklace around my finger, wondering if it would work in his machine, I had doubts.

My own was very different, my chameleon circuit wasn't jammed, or even busted at all, but I kept it the same anyway. A golden colored voting box from the 28th century. No one minded it; I'd plastered all of the incriminating parts with colorful and meaningless stickers. I turned away from him and locked my box. I hesitated before stepping out of the shadows and into the pub. It was dimly lit and a mostly empty. The Doctor sat at the bar sipping a beer. "Scotch please, neat. Leave the bottle." I said in my best sexy voice. My regular one a gravely rasp of Scottish decent.

"'Ello then. Why's a girl like you ordering a scotch?" the Doctors face lit up as he spoke, conversing with strangers, as usual. Never changes. "Mind you, I've had a frightfully long day, long year actually. Long life time if you want to get technical." I smiled; he'd taken the bait. "Ain't that the truth?" He took another sip of his beer. "Isn't it though?" I laughed in spite of myself. The bartender set my Scotch down and eyed me slightly, couldn't blame him, I hardly looked old enough to be drinking. I gulped it down thirstily anyway and poured myself some more. I put down and extra ₤20 for the bar tender and he happily left me alone. "A tad young to be drinkin' aren't you?" The Doctor asked suspiciously. "I'm older than you could imagine." I assured him, taking another sip.

"Really now?" So you're not just barely 18?" the Doctor was good, I was 18. Technically. "Not even close." I teased. " Suppose you're 82 then? Got any grandchildren?" he smiled. I sipped at my scotch "Nope, they're all dead," which was the truth. "Still off though mate." I winked. The Doctor looked puzzled for a second. "Where're you from?" "Scotland." I said quickly. "You?"

"London native." Yea right. "You've got a name then I suppose." I said. "John Smith." He held out his hand and I shook it. "Nice to meet you John Smith, Lucinda Agenfrey." I held my breath, hoping he wouldn't recognize the name, but praying he did. "So Lucinda, you don't seem to be very bright." Said The Doctor, I furrowed my brow, had he just insulted me? "Really?" I asked a bit confused. "Eh, sorry, I meant like bright and sunny, I was referring to you're lip." He laughed nervously and pointed to my piercing. "Lucinda means light. Thought I'd play into it." I shrugged casually. "But not with the rest of your look?" he look skeptically at my wardrobe, which consisted of a small black tank top, black skinnies, black combat boots of the sorts, and a black leather bomber. My black hair, tired face, and sarcastic smile probably didn't help either. "I don't want to over do it." I winked, he laughed as though I was hilarious. "Do you have any family?" he asked

"Nope, orphaned." I said. "Oh, that's a shame, I'm sorry." He hung his head. "Well what about you?" I asked.

"I've got no one as well." He sighed. "Looky here, we're one in the same." I jabbed him in the side with my elbow. He laughed lightly and took a long sip of his almost gone beer. "Would you answer a stupid question for me?" he said finally. "Sure." I shrugged. "Would you come with me outside for just a moment? I want to show you something." His face was a light with a smile. The Doctor had found himself a new companion. "You're not going to mug me are you?" I said playing along. "Goodness no." The Doctor looked offended. "Right then, lead the way." I stood up from my stool and followed him outside. Sure enough he led me to the blue police box one block away.

"This is fun." I muttered. "Just you wait Lucinda Agenfrey, I'm about to show you the universe!" the Doctor exclaimed. He fumbled with the key and threw open the box door; just as expected, it was bigger on the inside. "Amazing, huh?" beamed the Doctor. "How…What…Oh. My. God!" I pretended to be excited. His TARDIS was different from mine, even on the inside. His was a Type 40, bigger in size but an earlier model. I noticed he kept his clean and in perfect order; there were clothes and things miscellaneously strewn all over mine. Much like an actual teenage girls room.

"Wow." I whispered. "Do you fancy a ride?" he asked, still beaming. "Where to?" I asked. "Anywhere! Barcelona. Not the city Barcelona, the planet Barcelona. You'll love it, fantastic place; they've got dogs with no noses!" he exclaimed. I couldn't believe he was feeding me the same B.S, what was he going to do next? Regenerate? "It travels in space, a box travels in space?" my eyes bugged out. "And time!" the Doctor shouted with excitement. "Well then, you choose, you've got more experience than I do!" I said, even though it was a lie. A strange look crept over the Doctors face, a bit like confusion. "Something wrong John?" I asked. "No. No, nothing at all. Just a welcome surprise, I didn't expect you to take a liking to the idea of time travel so easily." He scratched his head. "Maybe I'm just an open person John." I smiled and slowly stepped forward. "I've always wanted to meet Shakespeare." I winked. "A brilliant man he is." The Doctor started to run around the TARDIS, gearing up for a journey, but I caught his hand and mine and pulled him close to me. "Just wait a minute." I said softly, brushing his cheek with my fingertips. At this point, I didn't know if this hoax was for my benefit or his. Gently, I put my lips on his and let them linger before slowly moving down to his neck.

And he let me, this was the strange part, and after a moment or two he did it back. Kissed me straight on the mouth, for a solid minute and a half. I hadn't expected him to do that really. So I pulled away abruptly, spinning around on my heel. "Where are you going?" he caught me by the arm. "Really Doctor? Did you really not know who I was?" I laughed and spun around to face him. "I guess not" he whispered in confusion. I smiled a bit too evilly at him and he reached into his jacket pocket. "Don't bother Doctor, I'm not going to hurt you." I said lazily, turning to poke at the TARDIS's controls. He slowly put his screwdriver back in his pocket. " 'You are not alone.' The Face of Boe was right about that. Even after the Masters untimely death." I cocked my head and smiled. "How did you know about that?" The Doctor was still clueless. "I was there Doctor, I've always been there, silently watching you." I said. "What are you?" he asked, aghast. "Think Doctor. Or do I really have to spell it out for you?" I said.

"Lucinda." He whispered. I simply nodded; we both regarded each other. "What's happened to you?" he asked. I assume the deep anguish and death embedded in my feature. "The light is gone." I shrugged. "And yet you kept your name." He smirked. "I like the way it sounds." I said with a smile. "Well, you've certainly changed." He said moving closer to me. "I can say the same for you Doctor, look at you." I exclaimed. "Very different from the you I used to know." I smirked sadly. "That indeed, but I think it's for the better, do you?" he was being the same old Doctor, quick with the comic relief. "I don't know Doctor, I think I might have liked you better when we were kids." I looked him over, assessing him. "I know some others who would beg to differ." He was referring to the bully from our childhood. "Right then, you must have a reason for being here. Or was snogging me your plan all along?" he cracked a gentle smile. "Oh yes, I've been following you since the end of The Time War just to snogg you. Doctor, you're not that handsome." I cracked a smile as well. "And don't exactly how to word it." I sighed. "Yes? Out with it Luce." He said impatiently. "Oh I don't know Doctor, I've been a lot of things in my life time, probably regenerated more than three time lords combine. But there's one thing I've never been. I've never been yours." I sucked in my cheeks and rocked back and forth of the balls of my feet, waiting for his response.

"I see." was all he said. "I just poured my heart out and all you say is 'I see'?" I fumed. "Okay, where to then?" the Doctor asked suddenly. "Doctor, look at me!" I crossed my arms and stared sternly at him. "Yes?" he said, looking me straight in the eye. "Are you going to answer me?" I said. "You didn't ask me a question." which was true. "I guess I didn't." I sighed and turned away from him. "I've missed you so much Lucinda Agenfrey." The Doctor smiled and swept me into a hug. "Are you trying to snogg me again?" I asked and he laughed.

Okay, pretty random story, not going to lie, I have no idea where this is going so it'll basically be a bunch of fluff until I figure it out sorry.